I bought a drip coffee machine today from a second hand store. I'd never used on before today. I had some coffee for a French press i used to use til i broke it and made a pot.
I hadn't used the coffee for a few moths and it tasted a little "dirty", I think I need to try a few different brands to find one I like.
I didn't want to be wasteful so I drank the lot, it was nicer than in the French press but it got me quite worked up as since I quit smoking I have cut back to only one cup of instant in the morning. How do you have your coffee? Are there any particular types of coffee you use?
I like my coffee strong and with some milk and two teaspoons of sugar.

I always pour boiling water over my coffee grounds and let it steep for as long as I think is necessary. It makes it very strong and dark, and I don't add anything like milk or sugar. When I feel it's done I transfer to a new cup with a small sieve, the grounds mostly stay in the bottom of the old cup anyway but I like to make sure as sandy coffee is unpleasant.

I've been using espresso grounds lately. I think the dustier grind leads to more particulate making it through my sieve, giving the coffee a creamier texture despite being black. I like it.

Very recently I have begun boiling my coffee in a pot. They call it "cowboy coffee". Before then I had used a coffee machine and never saw a reason to stop using it until I ran out of filters and was recommended cowboy coffee which is where you just boil water on a stove and then throw in coffee grounds. I like the taste more, it is far less acidic tasting than my coffee maker could do, and the person I learned it from said this was because boiling brought it to a far higher temperature.

I was attending a lecture the other day and I noticed the instructor had a very strong tendency to use the word “okay” as a filler word. Most people tend to use words such as “uh” and “like” when giving a speech or presentation so I didn’t think much of it. However, there were instances where she would say “okay” three or more times in a period of less than ten seconds. It got to a point where I could predict exactly when she would say it. I kept a tally in my notebook every time she said “okay”. In total, she said “okay” one hundred thirty-six times.

Good evening John.
I wanted to share a recurring dream, hoping you could make sense of it.
Although it slightly varies every time, I am a hundred percent sure, that I only imagining having this dream in regular, although distant intervals.

It starts with me being chased on some kind of vehicle, once I remember it being on a bike, last night it was in a car.
This chase partakes in the street and surrounding where i grew up most of my life. The instance in pursuit with me is never visible, or lets say recognizable. The transition to the second part is unclear, however I end up standing next to a small lake, standing on green grass. Just next to the shore is a huge metal boxed shape structure. Recalling it from my mind, it is about as high as a three story building and very long, id say about a hundred meters. There are rocks in the water, so I can jump from one to the other, until I reach the object. There is an opening which I enter. Usually as soon as this happens, the urge and tense feeling from the pursuit subsides and I am calm and the joy of adventure starts arising. Inside there is water, up to my ankles, but above there are many smaller metal boxes, rather narrow bridges, seemingly randomly placed. Usually I just dream of exploring all the rooms and places.
Last night I dreamed of holding my cat in my arms when "arriving" at the shore of the lake. It seemed very stressed, as he would be outside, just like me, even after entering the structure. I put it the cat down after climbing some stairs. For some reason I then could not move anymore, the cat walked off. I was just standing there for what seemed an eternity, I was able to see rust forming on the metal hull. Nothing ever happened. The cat did not return. Eternal silence until I woke up.

The only other recurring dream I know I have is me standing in the flat of my grandparents, which have died in the meantime. I look out of the window and see a person looking at me which a face that makes me instantly wake up. I can never actually see the face long enough to remember its details.

Can you help me interpret this? If not feel free to share your dreams, John.

>>46433John, I have no idea what the wet floors mean, but it seems like it's just water and needs to be mopped up. There's never any pools or shower/baths involved either. I have no fear of water either, so this is a mystery to me as much as anything.
One more thing though about my dreams-they always happen during the 8 o'clock hour. If an evening nap, they'll wake me up when they finish. When I was able to sleep until 9 in the morning (can't anymore due to work), they hit in the 8 am hour as well. So my rem cycle does not hit during the middle of sleep/naps, usually toward the end. Go figure.

In part for conservation, and in part because I find it the /eh/ of drinks, I've taken to brewing my tea in three stages; it's kind of my own little tea culture: 'First tea' is brewed within seconds. The taste is very light but also fruitful, the best tea for the morining.
'Second tea' can be brewed after first tea, or in place of it if the tea is left to steep too long for first tea. This is the full-bodied, general-purpose tea most people drink.
'Third tea' can only be brewed after second tea. Brewing third tea takes the longest, due to the depletion of the leaves. The taste is light and deep. This has become my favorite kind of tea, best as a nightcap.

Hello, John. I don't know if you still feel like you feel like being called John, time may have ravaged you in ways I cannot possibly understand - the human psyche and complexity is not a thing to be underestimated.

I haven't posted on 7chan in approximately 3 years, and the first board I was concerned about still existed was, you, /eh/.

The internet and social media is bringing about a revolution in social recollection, isn't it? What you do and post on the internet truly is forever.

I'm pleasantly surprised you still exist. That's as much love as I'm able to communicate. I'm not autistic (at least no psychologist has thus far diagnosed me as such) - this is simply the way I feel - about you in this madness which is my life situation.

As for my life, it's become extremely complicated, a ridiculous extreme - that I've found trying to communicate to others is rather tedious. Very tedious. I simply stopped trying and instead make friends with those who understand me in as few words as possible. This is not depression (I know what depression is; this is not it).

Well, I'm glad this is accessible, and that the banner is still something about spiders. This is certainly a relief. How are you, John, or whichever designation you now prefer? (I apologize, I did not read the other threads - I was unorthoxically ecstatic! I shall do so immediately. The Firefox browser is telling me that 'unorthoxically' is not a word, but I no longer trust it)

I don't know how many of you were here 3 years ago, but I'm welcome to more recent acquisitions of /eh/ just as well. To be clear I was here almost 10 years ago (wow do I feel old), but /eh/ was unfortunately not invented that long ago. Then again, this is an argument for progress, is it not? I never felt that much kinship for Usenet, myself.

I too have returned after a long sojourn. I used to regularly visit this place about 5 years ago, but life got busy and complicated for a while. After a time the novelty of a complicated and busy life wore off a bit, and here we are again. In a way, it is nice to see that this place has not changed much since I left.

I also had internal struggles. For a time I was depressed, but after many years I found contentment in my situation, and indeed I am glad to have the luxury of struggling with abstract concepts such as self-actualisation, rather than having starving children to feed. Humans do seem to invent a new problem whenever they solve an old one.

I am thirty in less than three months. Once upon a time, I spent hours on 7chan every night. Now I check it maybe twice a year. I wonder if 7chan will be here in another ten years? I wonder what all my old friends are doing now? I feel like those than also frequented here back then are all in a similar situation to me now. Different lives, obviously, but I doubt they check here much.

Hello, John. I just recently posted a thread remarkably similar in situation to yours. Unfortunately I decided to post the thread well in advance of reading the others. This was an error in judgment in retrospect.

There is nothing wrong with wondering if 7chan will be here in another 10 years. I wondered the same thing. However, it seems like there is as will to make exactly that happen. Too many have fond memories of 7chan. Enough to sustain it. Perhaps they developed new memories and acquaintances that are worth the host bill. I'm sorry to say I have not contributed to the host bill, but there are a lot of needy children in Africa I also have ignored, so I don't feel quite that bad.

Life is not what any of us expected it to be, but the human experience is not quite what any of us expected, I've learned to expect.

Perhaps they're lurking among us? Don't worry about it too much. John . I'm sure they haven't forgotten about you. I know i certainly haven't forgotten any kind people I've met over the years. Who knows? Perhaps they're out on bigger and greater things in their lives. But their memory lives on with you so what not going to change unless you forget

Thank you for your concern, I'm doing well. I hope you are feeling fine also.The weather is nice. It just snowed a few days ago, but it's warm enough to walk outside without freezing. Spring will be coming soon.What's your favorite season?

>>46432The whole San Pellegrino range is enjoyable, mostly for the flavors but also a bit for that feeling of "well at least it isn't the most sugary drink I could be having right now so that's almost like being healthy."

If you get your hands on chinotto, that one's worth a try. The bitter orange flavor won't be everyone's thing, but it'w worth trying for the unique taste alone.

Hello John, I've recently been enjoying the mixed drink or cocktail, if you prefer, know as the "White Russian. I find it's creamy and smooth texture to be rather pleasing and quite the boon after a hard days work. The beverage is mildly exotic but not at all displeasing; perfect for sharing with polite company after a rich dinner. What beverages or mixed drinks do you enjoy at the end of each day?

I used to enjoy a straight Scotch quite regularly in the evenings. At one point I conjured up a cocktail of Scotch, Amaretto, dark chocolate sauce and milk, which I found to be to my liking.

I have since greatly reduced my intake of alcoholic beverages, limiting myself to meager amounts in social settings. This has been mostly due to me choosing marijuana over alcohol as my "glass of wine in the evening", if you will, as well as recognising the not-so-jolly scenarios the consumption of alcohol often leads to. Having said that, tonight I have indulged in some Grappa Chardonnay, a bottle of which I had kept around since June of the previous year. This very unusual minor carousal of mine owes to a notoriously disappointing day, but I shall spare you the details, John, as I am sure you have your own worries to tend to.

I must say, however, I've always found the bottle of Ketel One Vodka rather pleasing to look at.